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Poetry Is Freedom

Words that flutter and revolve around me
In such a way that things become clearer
And my head is laid to rest.
In such a way that I get everything off my chest
And nothing is doomed to forget.
Nothing.

Searching in-between lines and meter
And commas and question marks and punctuation marks
And verses and hooks and stanzas
And metaphors and similes and symbolisms
With rhyme scheme and assonance and repetition and
Enjambment, where words
Spill over into the next like
Cascades or
Buckets overflowing into
the next and the next.

Or Caesuras, where that one pivotal moment just…

...

Locks up, freezes, and creates that great suspense
Or that feeling of tight emotions so intense.

Or voltas, where water turns into fire at the blink of an eye.
Well…maybe I’m wrong about that,
So let’s backtrack a bit.

It feels so right
To use all these wonderful devices to find the answers.
To be free and willing and able to use up
All the space I want
Without breaking any rules and being sent to jail
For a victimless crime that could have easily been prevented
By giving that freedom we so righteously deserve.
The freedom to write poems like these that are allowed to have superficial
Meanings and no set structure,
Because the only way to obey the laws of Poetry is to
Follow no rules.

To Hell with the author;
Take his words and move them around to your liking,
Because his word is not the word.
They are just his words and you have your own mind.

And I?
Have my own method of madness and coping.
Through maneuvering through lines and meter
And commas and question marks and punctuation marks
And verses and hooks and stanzas
And metaphors and similes and symbolisms
And rhyme scheme and assonance and repetition—
Repitition, repitition, repitition—
And enjambment and caesuras,
Not only do I find the answers,
But I also commit murder, suicide, and justice
And everything else in-between.

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